The Queen’s Cosmetician

(I can't believe it's useless in the assay)

I mean less than that.

A knight who keeps the queen away from danger and a makeup artist who can only decorate her. I don't even have to ask again which is necessary and imminent.

Dropping his sigh, Die looked at the mariage. She follows Asse and Rodimus to fit in the main guest seat. Only against the queen and the two prime ministers, decent seats were available, and everyone else held a copper cup with wine, standing in each favorite place. There didn't seem to be enough space in the hall to prepare seats for everyone.

Honey, there was a sound of tapping a tall cup with a silver spoon.

Gentlemen.

Rodimus rises next to Mariage to show off his tense voice. The air that was trembling like a wave caught my breath.

"Tonight, Sir Zeno Faranx, hereinafter, at the courtesy of the people of Marlen, was allowed to rest overnight. I want to express my deep respect and gratitude to the people and..."

"Pray."

Pick up after Rodimus, Mariage opens her mouth. Although we were somewhat surprised by the unscheduled remarks, we all waited to further deepen our silence.

"To the same Virgin children. Bless you."

Give and summon the wine you had in your hand.

"Bless you."

The dinner that began in that way quickly threw down the initial solemnity and turned it into an easy-going busy one.

The clear tone of the dishes' contact with each other is confused by the noise of bickering and meals. Soft hedgehogs for baking, herb grilled hens, juice with root vegetables - the prepared sunset is more luxurious than expected. They were a great pleasure to everyone in the mission who was hungry with boring things day after day.

This one, and the shoe sounds.

The die sitting on the wall at a distance from everyone shook a shadow lined directly beside him.

"Dadan."

Hey, Die.

An informant man with a raised corner greets him with his cup gently raised. His voice was cheerful with alcohol.

"Why are you standing here like this?

"I'm running away from you."

Die rocked the tall cup in his hand as he replied. The liquid that ripples inside is merely water.

"I don't like alcohol. You can't take a sip or two, but if you mix it up in there, they'll force you to drink it."

Though it was the first time I went around saying hello, I was allowed to shudder and disperse before I could feed on drunks. Officials on the Perfilia side gathered on this occasion - officials seconded from the centre with Zeno - seem to mistake the die for a lowercase name with mariage, nor do they seem to have questioned the point of not actively joining the circle.

Fortunately, Die is picking meals properly while watching the mariages from here.

"What happens when you drink?

"Consciousness flies and faints"

"... oh, well, good luck?

Die nodded as he grinned bitterly at the encouragement of the man.

"Yep. I'll do my best.... That's right, Dadan, thank you"

"Am I?... What?

"Please put all kinds of steps in order to come here."

Assé was also pointing out. If it weren't for Dadan, in front of the fallen bridge, it would have just come and gone.

"Oh, my God. I don't know."

Dadan looked like he ate a shoulder watermark.

"It's not enough to be thankful. At work."

"But this dinner party was also at Dadan's hand, wasn't it?

It was Dadan who gave a hint as the group headed to Marlen and made the Zenos support the acceptance. If you were visiting without contacting me, it would most likely have been Nojuku in front of the gate.

Dadan rang his throat laughably.

"Everyone will do it, even if it's not me. But, well, I'm glad you got a place like this. Money."

"Right. Because we were all tired. It's really good to have a seat like this"

Sun-drenched items such as salted meat, hard-baked herring, and dried fruit and candied nuts were staple foods on this journey. Everyone who serves the castle is not used to coarse food. Tonight's supper will be an encouragement to them tired of traveling.

"Well, there's that, too"

"... is there anything else?

"Most precious is eating with the Perfilia guys, don't you think this is an opportunity?

To the unexpected point, Die shocked and mumbled.

"It's always the first time this guy's ever been out of the country, anyway, right? Would it be better to step on one spot than to interact with the castle officials in a bump production?

The informant man distorts his mouth with a bitter smile and finally shifts his gaze to the upper seat. Mariage and Rodimus are talking to Zeno, who followed his men, with a strong grin.

"Negotiation is about how well you know who you're dealing with. There are some differences in underlying thinking in neighbouring countries as well. It's a good opportunity to find out. Everyone here, including that Zeno guy, seems to be coming from the center. If you have a good conversation, you'll be able to pick up one or two rumors about the castle."

And put them on the negotiating table and become one of the useful judgment materials.

Die hung on his friend's sleeve.

"Dadan, give that to Roddy..."

"Bye. That's not what I'm talking about. You were instructed by Arishuel's mother before she left. You should have noticed for yourself. At least not the Chancellor."

Dadan laughed as he gently put his hand on the head of the silent die.

"Die. Where I was advised how much, the parties forget. Even you... I don't know much about makeup, but it's gonna take a while before I can practice the knowledge I've gained from others on my own, right?

"... Yes"

"You're behind like a female officer, but you're also in a position to point it out to those who stand on the arrow. The ladies won't be allowed in for dinner, but you in the vicinity.... you observe."

"Would it help me, too?

"Roles don't mean looking for someone else. Look for it yourself."

Dadan looked down at the die with a quiet eye.

"To help Mariage, you stayed."

Understand what the question indicates, and look up to your friend unexpectedly.

I guess I asked Mariage.

The night I broke up with that man.

Dadan was right. Standing is what you win with your own hands. Having falsified her gender since childhood and renouncing her role as a geisha, she has continued to build her place with makeup moves.

"You're standing here blurry. Be more sure."

"... thank you"

To Die's acknowledgement, Dadan gently meditated one eye and smiled. He keeps his face up - squeaking in surprise.

"That? Those guys"

"What's wrong with you?

"No, there... what are you doing...?

Dadan gazed out the window. By the bonfire. The shadow for two is shaking across the orange flame.

"Aren't you a guard?

"The soldiers aren't moving in pairs. We don't have that many people."

"Hey, what's going on?

The glossy woman's voice bounced in her ear and her soft body pressed against the back of the die from behind. It's Alvina.

"What are you doing here?

An alcoholic mage folds her cheeks like a cat. The way it's wrapped around your arms is like a flower town geisha.

"No, there... that"

No one can be seen where people's movements have been seen.

A burning bonfire is blowing up quietly.

"I'm just gonna check on you."

"Wait. I'm coming, too."

"Idiot. You forgot what I just said. Stay here."

Dadan waved back at the die trying to chase him and quickly turned his heel back. He moves to sew between people and instantly goes outside.

"Do you want me to take a look?

Alvina suggested to the die, who was staring slightly at the shaky door.

"Huh?"

"If I were you, I could deal with anything."

"Right......"

Die looked back indoors. The Lord and Chancellor are still talking to Zeno. Assay was also beside it.

"Well, please"

Die gave permission in their place.

"Please come back as soon as something happens."

"Copy that!"

The sorcerer flipped himself lightly.

"You just wanted to hit the wind with a drunken awakening."

Look up at the burned down hall. Now everything would have been obliterated. Traces of ourselves and everything.

Except for what was buried.

He dug back into the corner of scorched earth. Once a flowerbed, it is buried there in soft ash. When finished except the soil, brick pieces and coal peeked into his face. Except for them, dig further. Having advanced to the depth of his arms, he finally reunited with what he intended.

White wrapped with "Retention" technique. Untie the leather strap and remove the contents.

Leather notebook.

Checking the contents with yellowish pages, he started a fire with sorcery and burned it.

The brilliant flames slightly increased the accumulating ashes, dyed the scene bright and scratched out only for a moment.

Dadan and Alvina never come back.

"It's late."

Die groaned as he stuck to the window.

Supper has already turned into just a place to enjoy bickering. The meal that was served on the plate is beautifully exposed, with several empty liquor bottles lined up. Civilians, who usually discipline themselves harshly, also dye their cheeks with alcohol to see if their hoops have come off, and cheerful laughter. Surrounded by Delligeria and Perfilia, as well as by civilians and knights on both sides, Mariage was also a much more tense and soothing face.

Saying a word to a nearby civilian that it was coming into the wind, Die pushed open the bold door. Walk over to the bonfire and check the shoe trail. Footprints are for four. Two of them will belong to the Dadans. We're going after the other two and heading toward the hill.

Ahead, guided by the footprints, he acknowledged Alvina as he ascended the stairs carved into the hills.

"Alvey."

"Oh, Die. What's the matter with you?

"It's late. I'm here to see what's going on."

Die ran over to Alvina.

"What about Dadan?

"I asked you to go first. I was walking around the hall just in case."

"Are you suspicious?

"Mm-hmm. I don't know. Looks like he's headed for the burnt mansion..."

Alvina started going up the stairs again whining. After a tour to see if I should go back, I decide to chase him. I leave it at once to say that I'm out there. If you care about Die's absence, someone will pick you up.

The stairs are as simple as a whole tree embedded in them. He stopped on his way up it and Die looked back behind him. Located in the middle of the hill, the hall is brilliantly lit only in a hall facing the courtyard. Its further downward streets were immersed in the darkness at night, and only from time to time were the portable cantera lights of the travelling people, secluded and instantaneous as stars.

The night breeze strokes my cheeks.

Die resumed his steps and followed a magician who would go ahead.

Unlike the die, which struggles to trace the contours of a path that seeps into darkness, Alvina seemed to have a good grasp of the scenery. I am not lost in my footsteps. Maybe he's looking at the devil. The demon also dwells in still life, day and night irrespective, making the contours known.

Bha, and the wind slammed the cloth, breaking the silence of the night.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da...

Die went up the hill and lined up next to Alvina.

"The Lords' Hall......"

Even though it burned down first, it's more creepy than it was when I saw it at noon.

A cloth stretched to separate the figure from a man was dancing through the darkness, like a cloud piling up in the sky before the storm.

"Alvey, here?

"Die, turn back now, call people"

"People?"

Alvina bent over and stroked the soil on the ground.

"Yeah. I have a magician. You're using magic here."

"Huh?"

"So will you call someone? Yeah, but you can't talk to Marlen's first. Talk to the people in this city after you report it to the people in our country."

Standing up, she paid off the dirt on her knees and looked back at the die.

"Right?"

The smile is compelling to say whether or not it is.

Slowly moving his neck vertically, Die turned his heel back. Turn back the way you came early enough. In that look of a mage, you'd better hurry.

Just the stairs don't work that way either.

As he carefully explored the whole hill with his toes, Die glanced at the roar of a loud wind that shook his tympanic membrane.

It also resembles a storm foretaste.

The neck mole disappeared a long time ago. But the same place still felt painful every time I felt signs of thunderstorms.

Ugh, again, the air trembles.

I felt uncomfortable there and Die glanced.

(No)

Not the wind.

Sounds familiar, man voice.

"Dadan?"

Die took a quick glance around and saw the contour of an acquaintance on the slopes of a hill off the road, in the shadows of a poking ancient tree.

"Dadan!"

Die rushed to a man buried in darkness as he slipped his legs halfway. He pushed himself into the dead tree sinus and lay down, lifting his lid and exhaling in a rough breath.

"Die? Why you..."

"That's our dialogue! What's wrong with you here!?

Die poked his knee and shouted back. Pay the mud that defiles a man's body - a raw, warm mud that touches his fingertips, stuffing his breath.

Soft, ripped meat feel.

Nervous about the iron odor on his nose, Die rang his throat.

"Dada......"

"Die, go back now"

A man's hand eagled Die's shoulder and rocked hard.

"It could be the remnants of the thieves. First, let the assassins solidify around Maria."

"Eh, Za, remnant?

Asked what the hell it was about, Die realized late who Dadan was referring to. It's about the thief who burned the mansion on the hill.

Dadan wakes up his upper body as he boils his business down to a hard to move die

"I don't mind..."

"Dadan? WOW......!!!

And abruptly silenced, he jumped Die's body.

Strike your hips and shoulders hard and roll down the incline. The smell of damp soil and grass. Every single pebble damaged my skin.

"When..."

Waking up his upper body, Die shook his head. The gravel that was creeping down his cheek fell all over him, hitting the back of his hand and bouncing. All the savings in my body hurt badly.

The die, holding on to his creaking head, breathed in the sound of a deafening metal.

"Dadan!"

By that dead tree, the sparks of contact between the metals are flashing.

alas, a shadow for two. A thin inky coat worn by the enemy could be seen as an informer, pregnant with air, bouncing off the gap, responding with a dagger to an attacking sword.

The raider looks back and recognizes the figure of the die.

Feeling a killing intent in the cold eyes of an enemy that could see even if the distance was open, Die lagged behind with his buttocks on. Disequilibrium of the body on that clap, rolling the incline off the back.

When he finally regained his posture after bringing it to life, a man with a long sword of extraction approached him.

"Die! Run!

Dadan rises to support the old trees, trembling and warning them of everything in his body. Pushed by its angry voice, Die flipped herself and ran down the slope.

The raiders use their overwhelming leg power to pack the distance from the die every step of the way. I perceive it every time I look back.

The moment I gasped for lung pain like a squeeze, the pebble took my foot and I fell. My back was slipping down the slope.

I grabbed the soil and managed to stay, and the moment I woke up my body, I saw a blade wrapped around a dull glow, hoisted in heaven.

I threw the dirt in my hand.

"Gu......!!

A man's low groan leaks from a masked raider.

A flash of gap.

I don't have a hand in using it.

But it was quicker for the opponent to regain his long sword and wave it down than for the die to get out of the spot.

A thin brilliance resembling the Three Moons approached the die with a killing spirit.

The die gazed slowly at the trajectory.